sbdcsierra Chapter 236 Fighting
Chapter 236 Fighting
Several hours later, just after Han Ming killed the young Khitan noble who had come to cause trouble for him, he rode his horse leisurely towards the Baihe area in the north.
In order to better attract the pursuers behind him, Han deliberately left some quite obvious traces.
"Don't let me down..."
Looking at the clues behind him, Han Ming curled his lips and continued to head north.
As for the various animals along the way, they suffered a lot. Anything that Han took a fancy to basically did not end well and all became dead souls under his arrows.
Han Ming also remembered the Khitan tradition taught to him by He Zhengru: after killing the prey with an arrow, one must pray to the heavens verbally, thanking the heavens for giving him food.
Of course, there are also some thoughts of liberating and commemorating these animals. As for whether it is true or not, it all depends on personal preference.
This reminded Han Ming of the modern Western countries in Europe and America. They believed in Catholicism, Christianity, and the like, and they would pray before meals to thank God for the food.
It is really unexpected that the ancient minority tribes also had this set of procedures. Later, Han Ming also realized that just like the later Mongolians believed in Changshengtian, it is estimated that each ethnic group has its own beliefs.
Therefore, when Han Ming was hunting prey across the north, he also imitated this ritual and performed the process twice on every animal he shot.
After going around in circles like this, Han Ming unknowingly arrived at the confluence of Baihe River and Chaohe River north of Miyun.
Looking at the Baihe River which was entering its dry season in winter, Han Ming became a little bored, but after observing the surroundings, he found that this place was still quite suitable for fighting.
So Han built a fire directly by the river, washed some fresh meat he had brought with him, and then skewered it and grilled it.
As time goes by, a faint meaty aroma emanates from it. Although it is a natural aroma without any seasoning, the taste is very thin.
Han Ming stood up and took out the spices he brought from home from the bag on his horse's back, and sprinkled them on the skewers little by little.
After being roasted by flames, the aroma of the seasonings is firmly attached to the skewers. The perfect combination of the aroma of meat and the aroma of the seasonings makes the smell emitted in an instant attract many uninvited guests.
“Slurp——!”
Han Ming couldn't help but drool when he saw the big skewers of meat dripping with oil.
Due to the baptism of modern life in his previous life, Han Ming has rich experience in eating and drinking.
But because of this, after traveling through time, faced with the ancient times when supplies were not abundant, I was always greedy, which is commonly known as a "foodie".
At home in Tokyo, when I have nothing to do, I will ask the kitchen to make cakes, fruit plates, desserts, ice cream and the like to satisfy my appetite.
Yu Yanran was not particularly keen on "eating", but occasionally she would crave cakes and desserts.
After marriage, Yu Yanran basically ran through every street and alley in Tokyo for Han Ming, and made new and delicious things for her husband every day.
As time went by, Han Ming gradually turned Yu Yanran into a little foodie.
There are not many people in the Anyang Marquis' Mansion. Apart from Han Ming's family of three, there are only a dozen people in the inner and outer courtyards. The expenses are at the bottom of the list of powerful families in Tokyo Prefecture.
But if you add the expenses on food and drink, they suddenly become middle-class people, which shows how much Han Ming and Yu Yanran like this aspect.
Looking at the pure natural, pollution-free fresh meat skewers in front of him, Han Ming rubbed his hands excitedly, picked up a skewer and started to eat it with relish.
“Crackle—crackle—crackle—!”
As Han Ming ate without paying attention to the people around him, the sound of shoes rubbing against ice and snow could be heard in the snow around him.
"You've come a long way, why not have something to eat to replenish your calories?"
Han Ming blurted out without even raising his head, which made the visitor stop in his tracks. They looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.
"As the saying goes, a full stomach gives you the strength to work. You must be exhausted from following the trail I left behind."
"I am not an unkind person. At least I will let you die with a full stomach!"
Han Ming's words were very calm, just like an old friend chatting, but his calm demeanor made the six people who were chasing him feel cold in their hands and feet, and they held their long swords without moving for a long time.
"e=(′o｀*))) Sigh! It seems like you guys are not giving me face, so don't blame me for getting mad!"
Han Ming wiped his mouth carefully, drew out the long knife beside him with a "hum", turned around and pointed at the intruder.
"Marquis Anyang is really courageous!" The tall man in the lead stared at Han with cold eyes.
"You're welcome. For your compliment, I will make your death a quick one."
Han Ming curled the corners of his mouth slightly, stepped on the ground, and took the initiative with the help of the recoil force of the ground.
The long sword trembled like summer thunder, and swept past like lightning, bringing up flying snow that directly hit the six people surrounding it.
"Whoosh-!"
A cold light flashed, and Han Ming jumped into the battle circle, fighting six people alone.
"Success or failure depends on this one move! Don't let Han Ming get away!"
With a loud shout from the tall man, the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand swung out and collided forcefully with Han Ming's long sword.
"Ding-deng-deng-!"
With just one move, the tall man was forced to retreat. Seeing this, the remaining five people shouted and aimed their knives at Han Ming's eyes, throat, heart, genitals, calves and other fatal weaknesses.
Facing the crazy attack of five long swords, Han Ming directly started with a "head-wrapping knife" and without hesitation used the strength in his body to slash out.
"Ding--!"
"Ding--!"
"when--!"
"when--!"
"Pfft-!"
Han Ming didn't dodge at all, and chose to confront them head-on, knocking the four men away. In the last move, he used the "Immortal Back Sword" to cut off his opponent's arm.
"what--!"
Heart-wrenching howls echoed throughout the wilderness, causing many animals that had poked their heads out to shrink back, no longer daring to watch the seven people fighting.
"Oh, sorry, I'm not very proficient in this move. I should have chopped off your head. What a pity."
Han Ming shook his head slightly and sighed as he looked at the young man who was covering the broken part and screaming in pain.
"Xie Ning!" The five people quickly surrounded him, wanting to check his injuries.
"Don't worry, my sword is sharp. I'll send him to see the King of Hell in no time, sparing him pain. Don't worry, we can share the journey to the underworld together and fulfill our friendship."
Han Ming spoke frightening words in a relaxed tone.
"kill--!"
The tall man was named Yelu Hudugu, one of the old Khitan nobles. After several generations, he had long been impoverished, but he only relied on his former bloodline and identity to reluctantly participate in this winter hunting festival.
He was also one of the leaders of 'Long Xijin' under Yelu Liang. This operation was led by him, but he never expected that the methods of this Marquis Anyang would be so domineering and shocking.
Seeing Han Ming like this, Hu Dugu was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he swung his long sword to chop at the opponent.
"That's right! How can I show my ability without trying my best?"
Han Ming blocked it with his hand and easily took Hu Dugu's powerful attack, then spun around and cut Hu Dugu's wrist smoothly.
"Chichi—!"
Blood continued to scatter like a small fountain. Han Ming turned his head slightly to avoid the spraying blood.
Then, before Hudugu was about to wail, the knife swung a second time with a clean and sharp movement, lightly slashing across his neck.
"Well, that's fine. Just bark less and avoid scaring away my prey."
Hu Dugu's right wrist was broken, and he covered his neck tightly with his left hand to prevent the blood from flowing out. His eyes were wide open, looking at Han Ming's back in horror.
"I am in a hurry. Do you want to commit suicide or do it for me?"
Han Ming glanced calmly at the remaining four people, without any emotion, as if he was looking at lambs to be slaughtered.
"Walk--!"
One of them, with bloodshot eyes, swung the long knife in his hand towards Han Ming, then jumped and ran towards the horse not far away.
Seeing this, the remaining three people immediately left their injured companion behind and evacuated.
Han Ming's mouth curled up slightly. He first casually knocked away the long sword thrown at him, then made a javelin move, swung the long sword in his hand out, and went straight to the person who escaped first.
"Whoosh-!"
The sound of the strong wind coming from behind made Zha Lin's scalp tingle. He immediately wanted to squat down with his head in his hands, but his speed was not fast enough.
Just as he bent down and prepared to perform the "Lazy Donkey Rolling" move, the long sword came at him like lightning, piercing through the back of his neck and burying him firmly in the ice and snow.
"Why bother? If you keep running, you'll just end up with a puncture in your chest, and that'll be a more beautiful death."
Han Ming muttered to himself, untied the longbow on his horse, drew out an arrow, and shot it out without aiming.
"Whoosh-!"
"Whoosh-!"
"Whoosh-!"
Han Ming shot out three consecutive shots quickly, then without even looking at the three people in the distance, he turned around, put down his longbow, returned to the fire, and started chewing on the skewers.
"Pfft-!"
"Pfft-!"
"Pfft-!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Three sounds of arrows hitting the ground, three sounds of people falling to the ground!
On the snow-covered field, a young man was leisurely eating barbecue and looking at the scenery by the Baihe River, surrounded by six corpses that were bleeding and trembling.
As time passed, the six corpses were gradually covered by ice and snow, and Han Ming also bit off the last piece of meat and kicked out the fire in a cool manner.
"It seems that cooking over a fire in winter has its own unique flavor. When I return to Tokyo Prefecture, I will bring Yanran to experience it..."
Han Ming patted the non-existent flying snow on his body, jumped onto his horse, and then leisurely headed back.
In the vast expanse of white sky and earth, only six small hills and valleys stood in the wilderness, making it impossible to tell whether they were human or ghost...